I have emerged. By the Lord’s grace, the worst of the nausea is past. I am no longer falling asleep during every afternoon reading session. And Baby Parunak #6′s tiny kicks are finally being felt. The last time I entered the blissful easy sailing of the second trimester, I tackled my old nemesis: the laundry. And, in case any of you were around for that stirring personal transformation and are curious, I’m thankful to report that aside from this summer when I could NOT go into the laundry room because I was in my first trimester and the freezer is in the laundry room (the freezer, which was full of meat, and which we accidentally unplugged before a two-week vacation during which the local weather was up around 100 degrees, causing all that meat to rot and fill our house with the stench of death until my valiant husband donned a gas mask and cleaned it out while I hid in the RV), I have actually managed to follow my plan.
This second trimester is no different. It’s time for another transformation. Originally, I was going to spend this post telling you about the new project that has my second trimester all abuzz. But then my loud, annoying inner critic started nagging about what a lame introductory paragraph the above was. “Seriously,” she said, looking at me over the tops of her stylish glasses (my inner critic is much cooler than I am, naturally). “WHAT do laundry and your stinky freezer have to do with the stuff you’ve been working on lately?” I had to admit, not much, but I just really wanted to give my blogging buddies an update on the fact that I’m feeling better, off the couch, and back to real life. And if I launched right into the other stuff, I’d feel as if I’d left out a piece of my story. I mean, I’ve been silent for two months. There should be explanation and updating. I meekly suggested that this was a blog and not a freshman writing course, but my critic looked all judgey and said that perhaps I should break this into two posts, one telling you all that I did not die and then a second post where I stay on topic and talk about my transformation. And like that laundry room freezer I just couldn’t walk past, she won.